While Mulcahy makes himself comfortable, Neil produces his pin again, wincing as he reopens that same wound in his ragged fingertip. As soon as enough blood pools to the surface, he stands.

"Good luck, my friend. We will see you in a day."

Then he snaps his fingers.

That's all it takes. A simple gesture, accented with blood sacrifice, and with the snap of is fingers, something at the base of Mulcahy's skull snaps with it. There is the sound of breaking, and then nothing. It is as quick and as painless as Neil promised. With a solemn sigh, Neil stands, lowers his head in respect for a moment, and then heads back to the shelter.